When the blinds are opened, the organ will ring.
at the seaside
Walrus is a crime you don't want to commit.
Blowing the wind and sunbathing like an egg.
It will explode in a moment.
The rest is to finish writing this notebook.
Then practice a new musical instrument called bagpipes.
Because of the wind, it slipped into the gap of my knee, because of that man.
When I tried to find a word, it was an accident.
Another word I came across was then.
Some things are like putting a playing piano.
They were thrown into the sea at high speed with the pianist.
They walked on the bottom of the sea unconsciously.
Amnesia patients sat by the sea and heard it.
The first thing I remember is some tuberculosis stamps.
So the words we came across by chance
It began to occupy the growth, but strangely,
We will never make mistakes in kissing and kissing.
We took the wrong luggage.
I opened my luggage and found the man watching.
The last three pages of a book I am reading.
What happened to them?
This mysterious man is in front of me and knows everything.
His clothes smell of travel, and they are wrinkled.
A torn ticket fell in a distant city.
He watched the film alone.
He also has a bagpipe.
The wind slipped out of the flute and flashed into the gap in my neck socket.
He is also looking at the wrong luggage at the moment and taking out the book I am reading.
There were 10 pages left, and he took this 10 page.
Tear it all up. He closed the book.
He returned my luggage to me.
Summer sinks on the clock face of cat's eye, and summer sinks on the clock face of cat's eye.
Sink on chestnut limbs
17 peaches in the basket
The rotten summer begins on the fourth day.
I ate it for a long time all spring.
Pay attention to light, color and atmosphere
Observe the shadow movement of vines.
The Last Night of Post-Impressionism
The light spot on the hammock deepened.
Shallow on the curtains blown by the wind
Salient stroke segmentation
Add the last point and the grapes will crack.
It's already August.
Almost became a fauvism.
Can't be satisfied with light anymore.
And tired of this atmosphere.
The most familiar and rotten summer
? Words are like grapes.
And tired of style.
Does style exist or not?
Style as snow
How easily snow gets dirty.
Although snow does not exist
There are many hammocks.
Compared with iris in April and fennel at six o'clock
There is nothing better than a live football match.
The visiting guests studied the ancient architecture in China.
He said that only the armed revolution is the most tragic today.
The other is a football match.
We've been eating like this for a long time.
Smoked salmon, crabs and lychees from China.
Some people say, look at this big oyster.
How can we make our leftist tendencies find an outlet?
1906, Cezanne returned to the studio on the way in the rain.
Take off your coat and fedora and lie by the window.
I noticed a basket of apples on the table.
Apple and its shadow, three skulls,
Wardrobe, kettle and clay pot
A half-open drawer, clock.
It occurred to him that proportion was not that important.
Table line alignment is not important.
He's dead.
The straight line on the closed eyelids is the clock face at three o'clock.
That's not enough.
Now it's Matisse's turn
Realizing the mystery of arrival, I opened the window in the middle of the night to see the town.
Only rain tilts the city.
Only the wind is an oval tower.
Only me
In the sixth power of the body
I went through the wall.
Against the wind, the chorus is between sadness and nothingness
I choose thyme and lavender.
Keep a secret in your dreams.
The same is true between words.
Lost baskets and wings on the beach
They fly alone.
In midsummer
Lights in the distance.
Leave our tired and excited senses
Take everything from each other's bodies
Seasonal residual juice
As if we call it happiness.
Or crazy about these colors.
Confused in different bottles
No labels can be attached.
You put a stake on my head.
I finally became your merry-go-round.
And those umbrellas that have endured for a long time and finally flew away.
Come back after the rain
Just want to be a quiet mushroom.
Clouds are buried deep as the memory of October.
Soon we had the first snow.
But I will go back to my hot and bright island.
A crocus quiver, 32.4 million birth and death.
I hid my face at the bottom of the well.
See the abyss of the sky.
The other self in the room.
You just want to unbutton three buttons.
Looking for raspberries in the garden
Sometimes I am really biased and far away.
It's like never passing a man.
Pregnant with a child like an elk.
I broke the glass to make excuses.
Escape to the farthest city
How to leave a mark in a strange city
Love someone or buy a pair of shoes?
Slowly lost them.
I quickly wrote a poem.
Rhyme like a grasshopper.
On the grass in summer
Jump and disappear
Then I have nothing.
There is only one bracelet left.
Zhu Shazhi between the eyebrows.
The remaining piece of alum was put into the cloudy night.
For a long time, I heard someone clearly say I love you.
I hope to adopt ...
& lt/p & gt；